Written for: The Twiglets #301 - smiles like toothpaste
Must be implants,
she has a white toothpaste
Once I tried fennel
toothpaste. I did
not make me smiles.
little girl pastes
brilliant autumn leaves–collage
makes her smile
He consulted a dating service,
although the idea made him nervous.
They met at a cafe,
her smile made him turn gray.
Teeth missing, words hissing–corn cob disturbance.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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